The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

The chisel bit into the mahogany with a sound like a dry bone snapping, and Elias Vane wiped his forehead with a sleeve that was already dark with sweat and sawdust. He was arguing with the grain, or rather, the grain was arguing back, refusing to yield to the straight line he had marked with his pencil. It was a Tuesday, the air in the workshop thick with the smell of turpentine and old dust,...

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